So, here is the story.
Been a rough week, but they're all rough. Last night, we had some friends over to drink and have a good time. I went to bed, because I work 12 hour
days. It was after midnight. It was time.
My wife and our friends stayed up and drank and had a good time. It was about 4 to 5 in the morning by the time everybody passed out or left.
So I wake up this morning, my personal cell phone is gone, my wife's cell phone is gone, our car keys, house keys, various other keys to our places of
employment etc, are gone. My wife's car is cleaned out. Our hand made, 65 pound, badass barbeque grill is gone.
Rightfully, I am pissed off.
I will lend a person the shirt off my back, and most of my neighbors and all of my friends know this.
By the time I've taken it all in, I react. I go to the chief and report the stolen items. He takes some notes, and we go on about our day. (Small
We call the people that were over at the house to ask if they remember anything weird. Three of them told us about some random Mexican dude that
stumbled up into the yard about 4 or so in the morning. He asked if he could buy effing meth, and my friend told him that he had the wrong house, and
to take his a$$ on down the road. Some of the friends I had over last night don't speak English. It's not something that bothers me, because I speak
enough Spanish to hold a conversation in most cases.
So, I pull my resources, gather some friends and I began the task of scouring the town for my grill. It would be the easiest to spot in a yard or
It takes about 3 hours to drive every alley and road in town, I can say that with certainty now.
So, I come home to check on the wife, and she's on the computer dealing with the phone company. She asks if I can find my phone by GPS. I don't have
any apps on my phone for that purpose. I only use GPS if I'm traveling or using StarChart. The rest of the time it's disabled.
Just so happens, I was looking at something in the sky last night. I remembered enabling the GPS. So I log into my google and run a search for the
phone. Nothing at first.. So I send a ring. (It rings for five minutes straight when you do this.) At the end of sending that ring, it popped up
on location about twenty miles away from my town.
I go get my little brother, and we set off to find it.
We find an old cotton gin that has been retooled to process watermelons. By retooled, I mean gutted of machinery and staffed with illegal immigrants
to sort and load watermelons. We ask the manager who works there from my town. He narrows our search to three vehicles in the parking lot.
I call the police from that county to assist me in my interrogation. They show up, and the manager agrees to send me an employee at a time.
The first guy has a strange story about how he found a cell phone in the road and that three people showed up an hour before me and took it. Talk
about strange coincidences. It turned out to be unrelated.
The second vehicle belonged to a Mexican woman between 40 and 50. She agreed to the search, and the police officer dialed my phone. I hear my
ringtone coming from the console. He opens it up, and there it is. There is my phone.
I unlock the screen for the officer so he can see that it is mine. We continue to interrogate the woman, I talk to her in Spanish, and he talks to
her through her boss interpreting. She says that her husband, [snip], used the truck very late in the night with some friends.
That's when I recognize the truck. This woman lives two houses down from me.
We didn't find anything else that was taken from me in the truck.
The police officer from the neighboring county told me that he would contact the Chief of my town. No arrest at that time.
The woman was genuinely surprised about the phone in the console. I believe that if she had any knowledge of what her man had done, she would have
never consented to the search.
So, we haul-a$$ back to our town. I contact the Chief to make sure that things are going to be followed up on. He shows up and searches the house
and questions [snip]. The Chief comes back from the house with my wife's cell phone and her battery charger. The pinche menteroso down the block
insists that he bought the phone off a random guy at a local gas station this morning.
I just don't see how this guy isn't in jail.
I want my effing grill back.
Maybe I should be happy having my wife's and my phone down at the police station in evidence now, but I'm just a little dissatisfied.
I know the culprit, I did the investigation for the police, and there is a chance, just a chance, that what was taken will be valuable enough for
charges to be brought against my immigrant neighbor.
Tonight I'm sleeping with my 410. Because this douche still has the keys to my wife's car and my house. Tomorrow, I will be the biggest real life
troll this [snip] dude has ever seen.
I'll stand in the street and stare menacingly at his effing children to get my point across.
Putting a Pro TRUMP sign in the yard by the end of the week.
The local PD just stopped by a few minutes ago. They are doing their damnedest to take this guy down.
I hope for the return of my property and the incarceration of the thieving effing immigrant down the road. If nothing happens legitimately, then I'm
going to exact my own revenge.
Thanks for reading.
edit on Sun Aug 21 2016 by DontTreadOnMe because: personal name removed